First, a fishless kedgeree, and then a fishless fish curry. Despite claims of 100% catch rate on board Zephyr by the skipper, two meals in two days have lacked the key ingredient. Mutiny is on our minds, but the word is yet to be spoken, only in knowing glances to each other as he goes to check the lines again. Perhaps one day we will eat fish, we have all but lost hope.

Our minds were taken away from the lack of fish momentarily when a loud bang was heard on deck. A shackle on the vang exploded quite spectacularly, leaving the main flapping away, very unhappy. A quick dive into the spares box, and order was restored.

Fisherman Sharples was in the galley yesterday, and in his attempt to make up for the lack of fish in the fish curry he risked life and limb with an incredibly risky dessert. It was a tense affair as he loaded up the bare flame oven with liters of alcohol with some floating pineapple. Some ribbing from the crew with which he rose to as well as his loaves of bread. He nearly took up the offer to shave his eyebrows as a precautionary measure before opening the oven. Luckily, the oven didn't produce a fireball and we all enjoyed our drunk pineapple and cream.

Fresh bread two days in a row, we are being spoiled, the wind held well through the night and we're still cracking along at nearly 8 knots. Readying for a high to catch us and get the engine on, ready for some swimming (and fishing) for the next day or so while we watch the enormous low pressure swinging towards the Azores ahead of us.